Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

18/12/7449

Surge had returned to the inn after today's instruction, scratching his instrument a little in his free time and crushing his time to dinner.

More recently here, the production of strings using the intestines of animals is gradually starting to work well, and I felt better about the satisfying tone.

And it was about time we met, and a rush report jumped in when I raised my back to go to the factory and go out to dinner with my beloved wife.

"Sure about that?

The loose look on Surge's upper mood instantly disappeared, tightening and turning into something serious.

"Yes! They did specify noodle solidity! It's hard!"

- I don't care if it's stiff or soft...

Though he thought so, Surge threw the lute he had in his hand into the bed and took out a long sword (long sword) that he rarely used from his storage.

Quickly pull it out of the sheath and ask further while checking for any anomalies in the sword.

"All right! Did you see his face?

"No, I was wearing a hood to my face... but it's a Dwarf (Gnome) Ooh, it's feminine"

- There is no certainty, but...

Surge was only slightly discouraged, but without putting his emotions on the table, he immediately gives the following instructions:

"Okay. I'll be in the store in a minute, so you..."

"Mireille is on her way to the head office and factory! Some of them must be in the factory, so everyone here should pull it off!

"Excellent! You can take your time."

Grabbing the long sword by the sheath, Surge totally popped out onto the back road of the Lombertier down the night book.

Concentrate on your own eyes at the same time.

and his slightly longitudinally distorted pupil widened greatly as if it sounded “gnarly”.

A special skill at night (night vision).

The pupil's widened eyes sensed the light of the magic prop leaking from the surface street and the slight starlight amplified, and the dark night lane soon became more promising like daylight.

Run out at once.

More than half, nearly a year has passed since I retired from my adventurer.

Now the Vasuls lead factory guard combat slaves once or twice a month to the labyrinth of Balduk on day trips.

But Surge still hasn't missed his every morning running, muscle training, or magic training.

The long sword in your hand is in the way as you hit the run, but the leg of the surge boasts considerable speed, even while avoiding people, in order to be a lighter outfit than running with the weights on your back.

- Heh heh. Specifying the addition or subtraction of boiled noodles... you were definitely right Al.

When opening the ramen store, Al, the owner of the store, considered the possibility that the food itself could, in a sense, be an attractive feed.

Someone who knows a food called ramen, that is, if you are Japanese, you will want to eat it once or so if you see the store, and at the same time it should be imagined that there will be Japanese in the store officials.

Still, I thought it would be unlikely that anyone who came to the store would suddenly be rejected even if they spoke from here.

Also, I dared not publish about the solidity of noodles that had nothing to do with sales.

It is famous that many Japanese prefer noodles boiled slightly hardened when eating tonkotsuramen.

Of course, it's not perfect because there will be exceptions because we're talking about personal preferences, but it's just a bet on those who seem likely.

I also do not consider the non-public addition or subtraction of boiled noodles to be a particular problem.

In the Kanto region of Japan, where Al and Surge grew up in their previous lives, until the early 1990s, when Tongkotsu Ramen entered, there was no such thing as a customer designating the addition or subtraction of noodle boiling in a ramen shop.

Even in Japan, there are no customers who specify boiling additions or subtractions in soba and udon stores, and since boiling pasta is a pride of the store in the European area, there are no first customers who complain about it.

Spaghetti is usually boiled until it becomes Bunyo Bunyo when it's an American mass store, but only a very small minority really, such as customers who bother complaining about it.

People don't think too deeply about the food they eat for the first time, wondering "is this what it is?"

At best, if you are a cook in your industry, you may have some thoughts about improvements, but you will still be distracted by ingredients, soup recipes, etc. before you add or subtract noodles.

Surge's feet should get you to the ramen shop in five minutes.

- You have to make it!

If this happens, the slaves working at the store are told to stop the guests at all costs until the surge arrives.

In the store of Menya Gried.

"Please wait."

The clerk's little girl brought the ramen.

- Oh, it's ramen!

Look at the bowl placed in front of you, the woman's face is bare.

- Tonkotsurame as it looks...... this, onion?

Instead of riding the long leeks that had been chopped off the blue neck I had hoped for, or the ones that chopped the thin all-purpose leeks, there was something like a minced onion on them.

Other than that, there seems to be a char siu on the boiled egg, and a chopped kikurage on it, as is the tonkotsuramen the woman was drawing on the back of her brain.

"Do you know how to eat it?

The clerk asks as he collects the big copper coins for the price put on the table and returns the change copper coins to the table.

"Yes."

The woman answered as she dropped her change into the pocket of her robe.

"How to use Hashi......"

"It's okay."

The woman blocked the clerk from talking as she reached for the chopsticks.

- Let me eat before it stretches!

"Theson."

I finished my prayers early and stuck the chopsticks in the bowl.

But when I saw that the bowl was served with even a renge, I first reconsidered to taste it from the soup, or I poured the soup with a renge on my left hand with a chopstick in my right hand.

- Oops! Yummy!

Just a mouthful of soup revives the sight of a previous life behind a woman's brain.

When I was a student, I took him with a friend close to the ramen shop who said he was delicious and famous...

Happiness when I happen to be in a ramen shop that can always queue up next to my office after I get a job......

- Ha!? What am I doing?

I rush to grab the noodles and mouth them.

I sipped nice with the cheats.

- Mm-hmm! This is it, this is it!

I sipped the noodles obsessively, roasted the chashu, and ate half of the boiled eggs.

- Oh, that?

The woman noticed after eating so far.

Sitting at the same table, the well-dressed elite (elf) man eating next door, eating in the front, this one also looked disgusting to the well-dressed Pu (fume) -like couples.

- What is it?

I finally notice that I am on a stage that carries more hot noodles to my mouth.

- Ah... sound?

It is the humble who do not know how to behave that makes noise during a meal.

Every time you bite a mess, you open your mouth, make a noise, chew, etc., it's outside, and it's supposedly a violation of manners to make a noise and sip, such as soup.

That said, these are limited to more than educated people to some extent, so they are rarely concerned in ordinary mass canteens or the like.

- Ramen, soba, something to make a noise and eat, though!

But the woman suddenly embarrassed herself was aware that Zhu had just given it to her face.

Gently checking his surroundings, the clerk earlier was still standing beside him a little further away, and he opened his eyes and looked at me.

After that, I decide to eat slowly so that I don't make any noise.

- This is a ramen shop, right? I think I kind of lost......

Confirming that the woman was conscious and made no noise, the guests on the same table also concentrated on their respective meals.

Place only a few noodles in your mouth and inhale them loosely to avoid making any noise.

- If you're eating slowly, it won't stretch... but it tastes like a long time... the stock is very good.

Disgruntled, but if you think about it, it's a little fancy dish that costs 900 Z.

You should taste and eat slowly without hurry.

"Give Me Caedama"

"Yes, Mr. XVII, a clove of caedama!

"Heh! A clove of caedama!

The elf next door asked for a change of ball.

At first glance, a single piece of copper coin is put on the table.

In addition, there seems to be one to two more bites of noodles left in the bowl that will be eaten out by the time the changing balls arrive.

Perhaps she is a regular because she seems to be used to eating.

Elf carried the noodles elegantly into his mouth as he wrapped them around like spaghetti as he used the fork on his right hand and the renge on his left hand well.

- It's like eating so conceited...

I felt like I lost again for some reason, but I focus on savoring it very, very slowly.

The alternate ball the elf asked for came out as the woman had hoped to be put on a plate.

The clerk who carries it collects the copper coins on the table.

- Kae-yu 100Z... I want to eat but now I save money.

It may not be very different now that I have saved 100Z, but I thought women should tighten where they tighten.

- Kufu! Yummy ~!

Drink a cloudy soup with an aromatic flavour and once again admire the depth of the flavour.

When I was once in Benkerish, I used to eat dishes at this price because I was a first-rate adventurer (really first-rate and a half) so I liked wings there.

but I still don't recall seeing the soup so carefully taking stock and giving it a deep flavour.

Exactly to the effect that my tongue was numb.

- I didn't know I had to leave soup in the past, and now I can't do it very well.

Now that I'm done eating noodles and utensils, I'm going to taste every last drop of soup left in the bowl.

I'm not old or in shape to worry about overeating salt or fat, and I have to live with all the nutrition I can get.

It would be more important now to put your mouth directly on the edge of the bowl than that to resist the temptation to drink it up.

The elf next door took a seat.

When I find out, the couple who sat in front of me are also gone at some point.

Can an oath person also notice that so many customers line up and occupy their seats forever in crowded popular stores?

- Ugh. It was delicious. I'll come back when I can afford it. Now also the change of balls......

I felt so nostalgic that I decided to indulge in tears.

- I just want cold water, but, well, fine.

When the woman also tried to take a seat.

"Customers, you are the 100,000 (Tak Son) memorable customers since our store opened. It's a smaller service than ours."

The clerk said as he offered a baked sausage on a plate.

Because of this, I say a hundred (tak) thousand (son) people, but of course I don't count, and there's no reason why the number of visitors is that high in the sales period there for a year.

"Oh, really?

The woman was honestly delighted to see the sausage slightly scorched and smudged with fat from the surface cuts.

Did you even think that in acting as an adventurer, you were blessed with good fortune in what precedence you had?

Or is it just an appetite?

Either way, the woman lowered her floating hips again.

- Mm-hmm! You wanted to try the sausage too! You're in luck!

The woman smiled as she saw a thick sausage close to four centimeters in diameter, and this one also reached for the knife and fork insert provided on the table with four fingers.

"Are you still there? Did you make it?

The surge that came into the kitchen from the back door asked in a whisper, exhaling.

"It's okay. I just bought some time out of Balducky."

A slave who worked in the kitchen answers.

Safe in time, the surge gripped the long sword again on his hips.

Because Surge was told he had arrived, a slave was also called who was in charge of female customer service and asked questions to Surge.

"Have you ascertained the color of your eyes and hair?

"No, that's it because I'm wearing a hood..."

A slightly discouraging surge.

"But I was designated to consolidate the addition and subtraction of noodles, and that's when I said snails and snails. It wasn't yawame, yawaraka or futsu!

Apparently, she, too, thinks it's an important point there.

- So solidity would be solid noodles, but soft noodles, but I don't care which way!

"Besides, I could use the chopsticks better than I could explain..."

The slave in service made it slightly harder to say.

"What?

I wondered if my thoughts had come to my face, and Surge asked consciously with a soft look in mind.

"Well, I sipped the noodles, like Mr. Surge and your husband, and they made noise and they were eating it."

"Right... that was number 18. The table's empty, right?

"Yes."

"All right, if I ring my finger, close the store already today. Tell Vasul and the others to solidify both the surface and the back entrance when they get there. Yeah, the wine I bought the other day, it was still there, wasn't it? Bring me an example glass of water with ice."

That's all Surge said, headed to the table where the woman was sitting.

Exhale, lick lips and relieve tension.

One guest sits in a seat named XVIII at the table close to the entrance to the store and puts a knife in Balducky.

Seems like he's had a few bites already, and Balducky is about half the length.

He sat in the seat in front of it like a newly arrived customer, careful not to irritate him as much as he could.

Bring the baldukki the customer stabbed in the fork to his mouth.

Surge also saw the face under the hood.

Apparently, I am fully satisfied with the taste of Baldukki.

- Oh, delicious!

The woman was obsessed with sausage.

The dishes are also accompanied by mustard, which is also an important point to be able to change the flavour and enjoy.

Someone seemed to have a new guest sitting across the table, but concentrated on enjoying the taste of sausage because it didn't matter to the woman.

"Oh, put it there. Yeah, and then I'll do it myself, so you can back off."

For ramen shoppers, I look up to strange words.

Sitting across from the woman across the table was a young man who looked like a blue-haired cat tribe (Cat People) who cut both sides short.

I don't care how you look at it, if you pay someone to mow it, it won't be a beautiful haircut to this point.

People such as people who can go to barbershops are usually limited to wealthy people.

Above all, it tells the story that wearing clothes that seem sartorial also makes a man's standard of living quite high.

The gaze of a man and a woman intersects.

Then the man shines transparently with the look of a likeable person (!) Slip one glass of wine in front of the woman.

With a strange look on her face, the woman looked at the man again.

The face of a man who feels a strong sense of prescience.

A bloody face that is distinctly different from where a woman comes from or the people who live in this land.

For the first time, the man who shifted his gaze to the ice space provided for the table opened his mouth against the woman.

'It's not cold yet, if you don't mind... If you prefer, we will prepare another ice or ice water, or you may let us prepare another drink. Of course, I don't mean to be rude. "

Smooth Japanese comes out of a man's mouth.

At the same time, an alarm rang in the woman's brain.

'Please don't be so nervous. No harm done to me. I just want to talk to you a little bit.'

From a man who speaks with a soft waist, he cannot find a shard of hostility towards a woman either.

'Oh, I'm late for my offer. My name is Sarjes Bastral. of here...... hmm, what can I say? He's like the head chef. "

The man scratched his head when he gave a slightly illuminated look.

The man breaks up even more when he sees a woman stiffening with a knife and a fork in her grip.

'Excuse me, I'll make a seed. We do not deliberately accept orders for boiling or subtracting noodles. Know that if you are Japanese, you will place an order first. And I'm letting the clerk do that thoroughly. If any customer puts an order on the boiled noodles, report it to me no matter what you put down. It's the camouflage that makes Egg Japanese. "

There was also a distorted grin on the woman's face when she heard the words.

It was caught in a very easy trap if you ask.

It was a grin brought to mind by the self-derision that came to mind.

'... that's the thing... I didn't realize it, but now the deception seems like a waste of time... so why did you buy time before you arrived?

The woman put the knife on a plate and said as she pointed to the sausage with a fork.

Watch the man snort and put the hood of the robe down on his back too.

Dark hair appeared cluttered around the shoulder.

'Besides, I just found out that I thought all Japanese rebirths had dark hair and dark eyes, but apparently...'

'Oh, excuse me. This hair is dyed.'

A woman turns her eyes round to a man's words.

Dye your hair.

That alone makes it harder for the Japanese to see at first sight.

The woman further mocked herself, saying it was something that was long gone.

"I won't even be able to turn my head when I'm alone..."

The woman groaned only small in her mouth.

'By the way, may I ask your name...?

'Oh, excuse me. My name is Naylene Knobfom. Please call me Nell.'

"You're Mr. Nell. Then surge about me, too. Oh, and my status if you don't mind... '

That's what Surge said. He reached for Nell with his left hand.

I wanted to keep my right hand open just in case.

Nell's is staring at a point on the left hand side of the extended surge.

"Ring...... are you married? Status Open '

'Yeah. I don't have any kids yet, though. My wife is not Japanese. May I, too? Status Open'

The two check each other's status.

"All the elemental magic... you seem to have a gift for magic"

Surge says with a gentle voice in mind, but Nell did not miss that his eyes dwelt in a gully and disturbing light only for a moment.

'Neither do you. Can I get you some wine? I like the water so I don't get drunk. And ice.'

"Oh, this is rude"

Surge rang his fingers and called the clerk and ordered him to bring ice and well water.

'By the way, this glass...?

'Yeah, it's glass, as you can imagine. This dish is intended to be used only by our valued customers with the intent of our owners. Especially since this is the first time I've used it.'

As he replied, Surge reached out and poured a little wine into Nell's wine glass.

Then pour water first to avoid breaking the glass and gently float the ice.

It turned into a thin wine that even children would not get drunk unless they were in such a weak shape to drink.

Pour the wine straight into your glass and lift the bottle gently with the glass leg (stem) when you return it to the cooler.

"A toast to what?

Nell also lifts the glass to it.

"For a miraculous encounter"

When Surge answered that, he gently glazed at each other.

'Um, the owner of this store, after all...?

'Yeah, he's the same reincarnator we are. Oh, we call ourselves reincarnators.'

"Hmm. What about that guy today?

'Unfortunately, I'm not here today. I'm sure you'll be back from your territory the day after tomorrow.'

Nell was surprised to hear the word territory.

"What territory, is that person noble?

"Yep, last year, I was sealed in the official" Count (Court) "and occupied the West Dirt region"

"What's a coat?

"Er, what do you mean, it's Japanese? Count? English is definitely the count. '

"Oh Aur...... Count (Aur)!?"

Nell opens his eyes without hiding his surprise.

"Are you someone who was originally a nobleman?

'Well, speaking of nobility, yes. But the awesome countryside...... Sir? second son of the house, so he was merely an Associate Duke (Varistkreis). I used to be a serf, but there's a lot going on, and now I'm his squire.'

"What's a village chief... about Sir? Such a person has become aur...?

"Yeah, that's a reward for killing Wyvern in the labyrinth of Balduk next door and offering the royal family the armor he made from that scale. Oh, what's decorating over there is the peeling of Shadow Dragon's head, which was also killed in the deepest depths of Balduk's labyrinth."

'That, ho, was it real...? Can I touch it?

"Of course. Go ahead."

Now that the product has been stripped, the unique name such as Longalzamruzolfalene does not appear in the status, but the designation [stripped of Shadow Dragon] remains.

Nell, who checked his status, came right back.

The thing about going to the labyrinth is, he was an adventurer, wasn't he?

"Yeah, me too."

"You too?

Nell thought that if he was an adventurer entering the labyrinth, he could also nod his eyes that had reacted to elemental magic.

'Yes, it was completely useless when I fought that dragon, but I also heard the dragon bark.... he killed the dragon with only two of his battle slaves.'

"You were an amazing adventurer (versatiler)......"

Nell took a sip of thin wine.

"You made this sausage and ramen?

'Well, you can say that, but unfortunately I wouldn't have been able to make it alone. I started with my wife, Al... and I got a great deal of help with the slaves whose counts are good at cooking.'

Nell is cautious when he hears these words.

Surge has now uttered the name of the Earl.

But Surge also had a rough claw about Nell's origins.

Differences in fine words and accents made me wonder if the South, too, would come from the Kingdom of Davas.

That, too, must have been recently when I came to Lombertia.

If you lived in this city for a month, no one would hear about Count Riegle or the dragon exorcism.

It's time to get down to business, Surge thought.

'That's right, and what kind of work does Mr. Nell do now? Did you come to Lombertia for work?

"Yes, I just stopped by on my journey"

Nell can't swallow the words that went out of his way even though he thought, "I'm on a journey or what a lie.

"What's a Journey..."

He looks a little strange, says Surge.

'Uh... if you don't mind, why don't you work in this store? Even a mere clerk can guarantee two hundred thousand on a monthly salary. If you want to be the manager, you can add a little more color. "

Although this salary is sufficiently higher than the general market, it is not sufficient as a nell to open a treatment center in the future.

I also have the pride that if I were a first-rate adventurer (really first-rate and a half) I could make more money if I only went to the Labyrinth of Balduk.

'I knew you seemed dissatisfied. But more than that... I need to talk to the Count, the President of the Chamber of Commerce (Chairman)'

'Er, me, I want to go to Balduk tomorrow... so it's the day after tomorrow when that person comes, isn't it?

"Well, to Balduk... Mr. Nell was also an adventurer (Versatiler)"

"Yeah, well..."

'If you don't mind, I can show you a little more about the labyrinth. Because I still go there once a month. Oh, yeah, yeah. I think I liked it, so that sausage...... it's a trade name Balducky, but it also comes with herbs and cheese. Because of this, why don't you eat it?

It was Nell who wanted to leave because it was going to be a hassle, but it was difficult to resist the temptation of the sausage I was just told.

- There doesn't seem to be any other way out, and the Count says he won't come until the day after tomorrow... well, even I would like to hire the Japanese... besides, even if I don't go with him, you should leave him alone, you should listen to the labyrinth, and he's not going to do anything weird, so why don't you get me a sausage?

I stuck talking to him.

When Nell noticed, at some point the customer disappeared from the store.

- Even though it was all crowded?

"Oh, you know, me, pretty late......"

When Nell said so.

The store door was opened.

"Be! Yes, welcome!

The clerks who were in the kitchen and at the remote table stood up and raised their voices looking shabby.

- Oh, were you still open?

The first two men and women to come into Nell's sight, who looked back unexpectedly and looked towards the entrance, were still as obnoxious as children, wearing leather armor.

Looks like a Pu.

The next person to come in was a dog tribe (dogwart) man.

"Yi, Middle Head (Imganger)! Welcome!"

The clerks raise their voices.

And the other one.

He's a dusty, worn Inverness man.

"Mr. Al!

I looked back and found the surge stood up behind Nell, who was watching the entrants.